Monday, October 03, 2016

Promo: IN SAFE HANDS by Katie Ruggle

Blurb:

He was her hero,But one wrong move ended their future before it could begin.Now he'll do whatever it takes to keep her safe,Even if that means turning against one of his own.

As a member of the Field County Sheriff's Department, Chris Jennings is used to having it rough. The Colorado Rockies aren't for the weak-of-spirit, but he's devoted his life to upholding the law-and to protecting the one woman he knows he can never have. He'll do whatever it takes to keep her safe.

Daisy Little has lived in agoraphobic terror for over eight years. Trapped within a prison of her own making, she watches time pass through her bedroom window. Daisy knows she'll never be a part of the world...until the day she becomes the sole witness of a terrible crime that may finally tear the Search & Rescue brotherhood apart for good.

When their laughter faded, the silence reminded Daisy of the purpose
of Lou’s visit. “Did Chris tell you why he thought we should talk?”

“Not really,” Lou said. “He called me this morning and said it would
behoove me to swing by Daisy Little’s house to chat, and that he’d ‘warned’ you
I’d be coming. There were lots of meaningful pauses, but I had no clue what he
was getting at. He was being very un-Chris-like in his vagueness, but he was
pretty insistent about me talking to you. When I told him that Callum had the
truck, Chris even picked me up from my house and drove me here.”

“He told me he couldn’t talk about the Willard Gray case, but that I
should talk to you.”

Waving off the question, Lou tilted so far forward that Daisy was
afraid she’d topple over. “I’ve been looking into Willard Gray’s murder, even
before we knew who he was. Callum and I put together a murder board and
everything.”

The more Lou explained things, the more confused Daisy got. “A
murder board?”

“It’s just a whiteboard with everything we know about the case. I
snuck a couple of my less wild theories on there, too, much to Callum’s dismay.
He’s more of a just-the-facts kind of guy.”

“O-kay.” Daisy took a sip of coffee to give her a chance to digest
some of what Lou had just thrown at her. “So, Chris wants me to tell you what I
saw this morning so you can add it to your killer board?”

“Murder board.” Lou was actually bouncing on her sofa cushion. Daisy
understood why she’d declined caffeine. Even without it, Lou looked about ready
to rocket into space. “What did you see this morning? Did Chris actually think
it was related to Willard’s case? You need to start spilling immediately. I’m
dying here!”

“Sorry,” Lou mumbled through the fingers she’d clapped over her
mouth. After a few deep breaths, she let her hand drop back to her lap. “I get
excited when someone mentions dead bodies. Oh, wow, that just went to a really
wrong place, didn’t it? Okay, so forget my disturbing remark and get back to
your story. I promise there will be no more screaming, unless you reveal
something totally shocking. Let’s just say that I will attempt to keep my
verbal exclamation points to a minimum, how about that?”

“Um…sure. This morning, around three thirty, I saw someone loading
what looked like a tarp-wrapped body into a sheriff’s department vehicle.”

Instead of screaming, Lou just stared, her mouth open. Daisy sipped
her coffee and let the other woman process the information. After several
moments passed, Lou finally moved. She set her water bottle on the coffee table
with the utmost care. Pulling her cell phone out of her back jeans pocket, she
jabbed at the screen and then put the cell to her ear.

“Cal,” Lou said into her phone, “you need to bring the whiteboard
over to Daisy Little’s house. I’m getting vital information here. I need my
markers.” Her forehead creased at his response. “The whiteboard is an important
part of our investigation team, Cal. We need him here.” She continued in an
overly patient tone, as if the answer should’ve been obvious. “Of course the
whiteboard is male. I named him Emerson.” Lou paused again. “Because someone
named Emerson has to be intelligent. So, are you up for a whiteboard delivery?”

By Lou’s crestfallen expression, Daisy was pretty sure the answer
was “no.” “Fine. I still love you, even if you are leaving me lost and
whiteboardless.” She glanced at Daisy and gave her an apologetic look, mouthing
no whiteboard.
“Daisy Little’s house. Uh-huh. That Daisy Little.” Absently, she reached out
with her free hand and started turning her water bottle in circles. “Deputy
Chris drove me here. He was being really insistent in a weird and vague way
about how I needed to talk to Daisy. Apparently, she saw a deputy moving a dead
body really early this morning.” Lou listened for a minute. “That’s okay. Chris
can give me a ride ho—fine! I’ll call you. You know,” her tone turned crafty, “if
I bought that old International pickup I want, you wouldn’t have to be my taxi
service.” Her disappointed, no-whiteboard frown returned. “But it’s adorable.
Who needs modern safety features when I’m driving something so awesome? Yes.
Okay. We’ll argue about this later. I need to get all the body-moving details
from Daisy now.” Lou looked a little too excited about the prospect. “Uh-huh.
Love you, too. Bye.”

After poking at her phone again, Lou tucked it into her back pocket.
“No whiteboard.”

Daisy snorted. “I got that.”

“Do you have a notebook or a piece of paper or something?” Lou
asked. “I know I’m not going to remember everything.”

“Sure.” Daisy retrieved a small notebook and a pen from the junk
drawer in the kitchen and offered them to Lou before taking her seat on the
couch again.